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May 11, 2020 9:44:06 GMT -6
Post by Banksy on May 11, 2020 9:44:06 GMT -6
[googlefont=arial][googlefont=VT323] [attr="class","bank"] they would like to think that banksy is broken, a doll with all his limbs popped off, pieces of him scattered on the floor. something went wrong somewhere, in the cradle of his mother's arms or in the shadow of his father's eyes.
wolves are not supposed to be wrapped in thin sheets of untested sinew and muscles that ebb between the knobby surfaces of their limb.
the lion’s tail follows him, they’d say behind his back.
death plucks the old, lone wolves that leapt sideways, snarling, and slunk away in shadows but banksy's steps pierced and punctured with effervescent qualities, drummed an infidel rhapsody, over the rapture, the reverie, of surging pride and building esteem.
he didn’t erode quite like the others before him, bit by bit, piece by piece, one minuscule motion at a time, but in pulses and waves, a restless mind reaching for the stars, for the denizens, for oblivion, for a place to call home. banksy is a lingering clean slate of the unknown, fighting for his place in this world despite the onslaught of terror and treachery (a chaotic twist, a flame he couldn’t quite resist) - surviving, continuing to persist in the anarchical realm of niphios’ guild. without a chip on his shoulder or a grudge against them, the wolf followed without question, drinking in the guild master’s words and instructions. feeling alone but not necessarily lonely…the dawn kisses him slow, sending hues of red and orange across his face. [newclass=.bank:hover .banksy]color: #000; height: 30px; padding-top: 5px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.banksy]color: #000; background: rgba(250,250,250, .0); height: 0px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: -3px;[/newclass] |
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played by Zara
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last online Feb 25, 2021 12:42:48 GMT -6
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May 11, 2020 19:59:14 GMT -6
Post by Rudolf on May 11, 2020 19:59:14 GMT -6
[googlefont="Lateef|Yanone+Kaffeesatz:700&display=swap"] [attr="class","ruud-base"] [attr="class","ruud-img"] [attr="class","ruud-lyr"]monster [attr="class","ruud-lyr2"]you can call me [attr="class","ruud-tri2"] [attr="class","ruud-tri"] [attr="class","ruud-post"]Gentle was not a word commonly used to refer to the ragged mutt that prowled the underbelly of Colbagne, yet such a word came close to the slow rise and fall of coarse red fur with each easy breath he took. Strewn across a strong branch, the Lycanroc's limbs dangled loosely beneath him, stomach exposed to the sky. Shrouded by young, green leaves, anyone who may notice or run into the large paws dangling in the air might be inclined to believe some large bird left their meal there for later.
Sleep was a precious thing to one who rarely slept. A natural impulse kept him on edge, always sleeping with one eye open even when it seemed like he hadn't a care in the world. By chance, he had managed to catch an hour's rest, just long enough to drift into a realm of scarce dreams. Yet it was only that, a fleeting moment, a brief glimpse of what could have been a pleasant dream.
A paw twitched, his nose scrunched. With a jerk, red eyes shot open just as his balance gave way. Had he been a cat, perhaps he would have enough grace to stick the landing. Instead, he toppled off the branch and onto the forest floor with a heavy thud, kicking up dirt and raining down twigs.
Slowly, the Lycanroc pushed himself up, squinting as he tried to remember where he was. What had he been doing? Nothing important, obviously.
Large paws lifted to rub at his snout as he turned his squinting eyes toward the rising sun. Ugh, morning already? That meant people would start getting up, the streets would be crowded, and-- oh, a doggy!
Friend? Prey? Hallucination?
Without a word, Rudolf lumbered forward, dropping his front paws away from his snout as he neared. Folded ears drew forward, curiosity getting the better of him. Invading personal space was his specialty, and he made it quite clear by leaning forward without so much as a greeting to take a sniff of the lone wolf. [attr="class","ruud-notes"] Banksy[newclass=".ruud-base"]background: #0d0d0d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; width: 500px; border: 1px solid #000; line-height: 0px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-img"]background: #111 Url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/0a/c1/cf0ac1830a9a6ad356d456a3e6d18f13.jpg) 0px -100px; height: 300px; background-blend-mode: color-dodge; position: relative; overflow: hidden;[/newclass]
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[newclass=".ruud-post"]padding: 10px 50px 50px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: #ccc; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000; font-family: sans-serif;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-post b"]color: #bf4059;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-tri"]width: 0; height: 0; border-bottom: 40px solid #0d0d0d; border-right: 700px solid transparent; position: absolute; left: 0; bottom: 0;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-tri2"]width: 0; height: 0; border-bottom: 40px solid #94051d; border-right: 700px solid transparent; position: absolute; left: 0; bottom: 10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-notes"]background: #94051d; padding: 5px 10px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #fff; font-family: 'Lateef', sans-serif; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000; border-top: 1px solid #000;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-notes a"]color: #f1f1f1; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #fff; font-family: 'Lateef', sans-serif; [/newclass] |
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played by Putty
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last online May 13, 2020 13:46:24 GMT -6
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May 12, 2020 9:57:13 GMT -6
Post by Banksy on May 12, 2020 9:57:13 GMT -6
[googlefont=arial][googlefont=VT323] [attr="class","bank"] the sun's candlelight is blown out from behind him. eyes never touching the ground as they made their ascent. circles everywhere. a pure mass of bulk and muscles and most of his features are rounded, a bit fat on the tummy unlike him. there was something about the midnight lycanroc that spurned him on – incensed, provoked, needled. perhaps it was because the rival had yet to barb him, laugh at his idiocy, or proclaim him a fool. maybe because he was bigger than him that banksy saw a challenge, a provocation, sketched between their first interaction. he saw no reason to hold back, for down in the folds of his schemes and motivations, he knew he wanted to convey what he was capable of.look at my strength, he wanted to proclaim. look at my might, he wanted to roar. look at my tenacity, he wanted to howl.then get on with it, snarled the forest, and the red champion tucked away the note of laughter rumbling through his chest.they are wolves. wild foes with a swagger in their eyes and sleek movements. want to talk to them about honor? honor is not a luxury, it hardens them, and so he will be no different. banksy is chimeric and barbaric; meant for the dais of war and the stage of calculations. unattainable, unreachable, cloven and disastrous – gasoline runs…down his cheeks, cries flames, cinders and ash. mouth stretched wide and pink, a flowery flame is leaping out, distorting the waves of matter around them with its heat.
[fire fang]
[newclass=.bank:hover .banksy]color: #000; height: 30px; padding-top: 5px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.banksy]color: #000; background: rgba(250,250,250, .0); height: 0px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: -3px;[/newclass] |
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played by Zara
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last online Feb 25, 2021 12:42:48 GMT -6
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May 12, 2020 19:26:04 GMT -6
Post by Rudolf on May 12, 2020 19:26:04 GMT -6
[googlefont="Lateef|Yanone+Kaffeesatz:700&display=swap"] [attr="class","ruud-base"] [attr="class","ruud-img"] [attr="class","ruud-lyr"]monster [attr="class","ruud-lyr2"]you can call me [attr="class","ruud-tri2"] [attr="class","ruud-tri"] [attr="class","ruud-post"]Sniff, sniff.
He wanted to get closer, knowing that the best way to judge someone's scent was to firmly press your nose against their fur. That desire was enough to make him take another half step forward, yet that was all he managed to take before realization dawned on him like the sun lifting from beyond the horizon.
Guild--
There it was, that faint scent of polished badges, of the old stone tower that lingered on even the most recently bathed apprentices.
Prey.
A hallucination was no longer a viable option. His lips twitched and curled, pulling back to reveal sharp teeth, snout scrunching to accompany the low growl rising from deep within his throat. The unknown canine had already turned with flames coating their fangs, their movement quick enough to almost catch Rudolf off guard.
Almost. The curl of his lips continued to stretch, carving a toothy grin that seemed misplaced. He should look angry, facing off against a Guild member who attacked first, yet he could only feel the bubbling excitement that melded with his blinding rage.
The red furred wolf kicked off the ground, charging headfirst into the flames. Large claws shot out for the throat, but he would be satisfied with anything he could rake his claws through.
Rudolf used Sucker Punch! [attr="class","ruud-notes"] Banksy[newclass=".ruud-base"]background: #0d0d0d; margin: 0px auto; position: relative; width: 500px; border: 1px solid #000; line-height: 0px;[/newclass]
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[newclass=".ruud-lyr"]font-size: 180px; line-height: 320px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; position: absolute; left: 0px; right: 0px; font-family: 'Yanone Kaffeesatz', sans-serif; letter-spacing: -2px; filter: opacity(0.5); color: #000; transform: rotate(4deg);[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-lyr2"]font-size: 30px; line-height: 30px; position: absolute; top: 130px; left: 0px; right: 0; text-align: center; color: #f1f1f1; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000, 0px 0px 3px #000; font-family: 'Lateef', cursive; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 5px; transform: rotate(4deg);[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-post"]padding: 10px 50px 50px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify; color: #ccc; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000; font-family: sans-serif;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-post b"]color: #bf4059;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-tri"]width: 0; height: 0; border-bottom: 40px solid #0d0d0d; border-right: 700px solid transparent; position: absolute; left: 0; bottom: 0;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-tri2"]width: 0; height: 0; border-bottom: 40px solid #94051d; border-right: 700px solid transparent; position: absolute; left: 0; bottom: 10px;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-notes"]background: #94051d; padding: 5px 10px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #fff; font-family: 'Lateef', sans-serif; letter-spacing: 2px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #000; border-top: 1px solid #000;[/newclass]
[newclass=".ruud-notes a"]color: #f1f1f1; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #fff; font-family: 'Lateef', sans-serif; [/newclass] |
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last online May 13, 2020 13:46:24 GMT -6
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May 13, 2020 14:01:18 GMT -6
Post by Banksy on May 13, 2020 14:01:18 GMT -6
[googlefont=arial][googlefont=VT323] [attr="class","bank"]
the crux of banksy is known to create bruises, broken egos and the sound of flesh thudding against the battlegrounds.
if one were to measure successes by luck, by serendipity, by chance, by fate, or by kismet, banksy had lost and won in equal strokes. his body had been in the presence of monsters before and his stature had been composed and riddled and triumphed over and he’d found ways to survive, but even his movements had been sluggish, listless, lethargic, half of them made on prayer, the other portion on pure instinct.
an almighty crash drilled through dedrock woods — shaken the ground almost so much like an earthquake but the land had not split, leaving only a cloud falling down with a blanket of dust over the forest; and the silence within a silence.
and he knows death. he knows how it whispers seductive promises of mercy, always pressing a comforting shoulder to his misery. i will warm you, it breathed when they meet in the charge; the deep, red ocean eyes that could’ve mirrored friendship are almost black in the dim, ruddy light. i will numb you, it promised when clawing, feeling the desperate emptiness of his stomach. it is only a moment, it soothed when the smell of blood arose and still, he refuses to believe it, shaking his head slowly. but i am forever, it challenged his fears. and i will never leave you, it assured when the gaping, dismantling loneliness of abandonment and damnation threatened to consume him.
too many times his ears have tipped to the sweetened, sultry voice, a favorite plaything for the bored eternity. always he shies away and always it laughs, hovering nearby with the surety of eventual victory. he knows that he won’t live forever, but he’ll live today, because whatever comes after can only be worse than the life that he lived in his youth. so he'll cling to the here and the now for as long as he can, even if it costs an arm and leg (or in his case, an ear).
exhaustion pulled at all his edges and banksy begins to lower himself upon the bed of dirt, liquid rubies strike hot beneath him before it is immediately fed to the dying fire.
[newclass=.bank:hover .banksy]color: #000; height: 30px; padding-top: 5px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: 0px;[/newclass] [newclass=.banksy]color: #000; background: rgba(250,250,250, .0); height: 0px;overflow: hidden; transition: all .5s ease; margin-top: -3px;[/newclass] |
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